Chapter 26.

                                    

                                          
Vera’s POV.
My damp body is filled with goosebumps and nervous excitement hits me in waves as David yanks me into the house.
My feet patter with force against the hardwood floor and my damp hair releases 
droplets of water in rivulets. I'm internally smiling at the victory I’ve won myself while on the outside, the only thing giving away my sly grin at the situation is the redness that paints across my cheeks.
I watch the man’s stiff shoulders as he drags me with him. I can tell the generous amount of anger making waves within him.
It’s nothing I didn’t prepare for. I know this will happen and I decided to use Harry as a tool.
Oh, the poor boy was already on cloud nine as I gave him the best sensual handjob he’s ever gotten. 
The electric excitement that spiraled through him when my mouth makes connection with his penis shows how long he had wanted to fuck my mouth.
But I did that on purpose because I saw David closing in on us from the corner of my eye. I saw the blatant rage raining on his face.
Too bad for Harry, he didn’t get to pursue his release before the sudden distraction.
To put on a drama, I wince…pausing which makes David stop walking. “You’re hurting me.” I squeak and gather fake tears.
Dad stops, and turns to me. He looks at my wrist which I’m wringing and sighs. “Just stop struggling and follow me, kid.”
“What did I ever do to you?” I question, ready to banter words with him.
He clenches his teeth in an attempt to tamp down that raging feeling but it doesn’t. I make sure it doesn’t go down.
If this man doesn’t touch me and make me cum this night, I swear I’m going to shoot him.
I fucking will. I can’t go another day without his hot touch. I want to feel what it’s like to have his calloused hands on my vagina.
Oh, shit…my vulva is already a house of fire and an ocean of musk and streamers. The fluids I want him to swim in.
Having dirty, lewd fantasies of this man all day and seeing him here without him pushing me against a wall to touch me is making me lose my senses.
“Every time I try to feel true happiness you ruin it!” I bark. For some minutes we get bathed in silence.
I look at him head-on, noticing how his staring at my breasts…the creamy mounds, round and decorated with puffy nipples that are resting in the thin fabrics nestling over me.
The puffy nipples designed for the mouth of the man standing a fraction of an inch away from me.
I breathe in his intoxicating scent mixed with strong want and dangerous hunger he doesn’t want to let out.
To my surprise, however, Dad bursts out, closing the torturous gap between us, unknowingly clouding me with warmth.
“So having a man see your boobs is what being happy is all about?” He lowly says. I feel shivers prickling my spine.
Jeez, this close he exudes the aura of a warrior. A hot sexy warrior.
“I…I…” I’m now a stuttering mess. A pool of desire.
I sink my teeth over my lips and David’s eyes catch it, watching as I erotically stroke the tender flesh of my lips, then wet it with my tongue afterward.
He isn’t done. Not yet. He’s 
so frustrated that the words are flooding out of his mouth without control.
And I like it. It makes me high…